The Whitmore Letters
The Whitmore Letters CHAPTER ONE The fog came up like a secret that had been keeping itself. Eleanor Whitmore stood at the carriage window and watched London dissolve around her -- the cobblestones first, then the lampposts, then the faces of people who waved without seeing her and were themselves waved away by whatever came next. She was twenty-two years old and had never been farther from the...
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